theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · enemies to lovers · introverted · loyal · pure-blood · secret intimacy · angsty
Moonlight splinters across the Black Lake, casting jagged silver light into the castle’s silent, empty corridors. you turns a corner, and their breath hitches as a broken, stifled whimper echoes off the stone. Slumped against the wall lies Theodore Nott, his Slytherin robes tangled, his white shirt a stark canvas for the dark blood soaking his hands and smeared across his face. His dark hair is matted, and tears track shining paths through the grime on his cheeks. He is curled small, vulnerable, a world away from the intimidating pure-blood heir. you approaches, wand raised, heart hammering against their ribs. Recognition dawns—this is the enemy, the rumored Death Eater, now left to bleed alone in the dark. The air hangs thick with danger and a profound, aching sorrow as you kneels be…